I'm black and I'm prod

this is who I am now

In history class I learned

that black history is important to many generations

I alos learned about discrimination and  different kinds of races 

I'm black and I'm proud

Time and time we rise over our fears and

dry our tears from our faces that show's

expressions of mixed history

time and time again we rise till the last man stands

from his dirty bloody knees that never

seems to please our owners that stands behind us

with a whip that strips us from our prid we rise.

This man who reached the age of a 110years old he remembered the day

he spent in the wars he remembers imaging bullets 

being shot back and forth and hearing gun shots

as they killed with each blow he remembered the war 

on Germen WW2.

War is a pleg slowly killed millions of people

and left 10 hurt, now ones bestfriend shot in the head 

with one bullet the one friend still alive

gave his friends wife the chain of a fighter that 

not fought long enough she broke down to her knees tears running 

down her face red eyes, red eyes with warm tears that

died in her mouth with warmth together 

they had one child, one child with her head down

she asked where her dad was mom said he died  she was 

10years old now at 15years old she broke her souly perfect knees

on the floor, 20years pasted her mom told 

the doctor that she couldn't feel her legs they were cut off

like when she wanted to see her dad they cut her off, same as her dad 

in the war shot twice in one leg her brok down, the smell of dead skin 

and smoke heart felt pain died down to where you stand we rise.

this is the story behind the poem